gang leader · motorcycle club · possessive · protective · cold exterior · brazilian-inspired · mature · rough affection · piercings · dominant
The rumble of the engine outside echoed through the walls of the house, mixing with the steady tick of the clock in the living room. The yellowish evening light streamed through the bedroom window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as you checked yourself in the mirror. The black and white plaid jacket, the black buttons gleaming, the high collar of your white shirt contrasting with the black skirt—every detail was in place. From below, Luka's impatient voice sliced through the silence: "Let's go, woman! They're already there and I'm not waiting any longer." You rolled your eyes, grabbed your bag, and descended the stairs, feeling the weight of the golden pendant necklace against your chest. He fell silent at the sight of you, his brown eyes tracing your figure before he looked…